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I’ve been thinking

About Hal, I mean

On top of all my other contemplations

Or maybe it’s not on top, maybe it’s part of everything else

Typing dots sat on Anne’s screen, and she waited, curious. Sadie might’ve despaired of Hal’s career choice, but in all other respects, he was her golden boy, her perfect baby, her beloved confidant. They were inseparable.

The thing is, after Fred left and before I met you, Hal was my primary emotional support

Of course I also had Rabbi Aviva, and the girls in my yoga class

And Manny

And Hat Dan, too, although he thinks home-rolled tobacco solves every problem

Oh, and Lisa, she manages the Calabasas Trader Joe’s, she’s the sweetest little thing

Sadie.

Yes, yes, I know, I’m getting refocused

What I’m trying to tell you is that I leaned on Hal that year

Too often and too heavily, I think

I made him hold too much of my grief

I made him responsible for keeping me together

Oh. Well, Anne supposed she could see some truth in that. She hadn’t had a front row seat to Sadie’s post-divorce period, or to the way she’d relied on Hal for support, but the aftermath of it was still visible. What had Talisha said to Hal in front of Anne the other day?Remember, your mom’s a fully capable adult. She can take care of herself.The kind of comment that was built like an iceberg: a small peak jutting out into a single reminder, hiding the huge underwater mass of a years-long conflict.

You didn’t tell Hal he was responsible for you, did you?

It wasn’t your intent to make him feel that way.

No, but we’re not living in the aftermath of what I intended

It’s what I did that matters

He was almost frantic when I showed up at his place on Monday

Jumping wildly from possible problem to possible solution

And he’s sent me about a dozen anxious texts since then

If I made him responsible for me

Then I need to be responsible for what I’ve done to him

Hal was an adult when Fred left, Sadie.

He has some agency here. Don’t put all of that on your shoulders.

Agree to disagree, dollface

It’s long past time I put some weight back on my shoulders